VanesaStella

I never thought that such an ordinary afternoon in the office could become such an intense memory. I was sitting in front of my desk, with the warm light caressing my skin and that silence that is only broken with glances. Then I felt you. not physically, but in that strange way that you know someone's watching you intentionally. I looked up and smiled, as if I knew exactly what you were thinking, as if this story had already begun before you stepped into it.

I invited you to come without words, just with a slow gesture of my hand. The atmosphere changed, it became denser, more charged, as if we were crossing an invisible line. There was something forbidden in this meeting, something that should not happen in a place like this. and that was precisely why she felt so irresistible. My voice dropped, soft, complicit, and I felt how your attention became completely mine, as if the outside world ceased to exist..

Every move of mine was calculated, elegant, but full of intent. He did nothing obvious, and yet everything seemed to have a double meaning. I liked to feel your control weakening, to notice how your breathing became slower, deeper, as if you were entering a game where I set the pace. I talked to you about secrets, about fantasies that are only confessed in a low voice, and I saw in your eyes that you were no longer just reading. You were living this with me.

There was a risk in following, we both knew. That kind of risk that speeds up your heart and makes you smile without realizing it. I leaned a little towards you, just enough for you to feel my presence, but not enough to touch you. I liked that sweet torture, that exact point between what you want and what you don’t have yet. I promised you that if you stayed with me, if you dared to invest in this story, you would discover a version of me that very few know.

The tension was no longer just mine, it was ours. You felt chosen, included in something exclusive, as if you had unlocked a secret level of my world. I kept talking to you calmly, but inside I knew that you were falling, little by little, into this shared fantasy. I love when someone decides to stay, when he does not run away from desire but explores it with me, without haste, savoring every second as if it were unrepeatable.

And then I understood that this story does not end in words. That what started as a look now invites you to cross the screen, to find me, to come to my living room and continue writing this together. 'Cause I don't want to be just a fantasy you read. I want to be the one who whispers to you, the one who guides you, the one who makes you feel that this experience is only ours. And if you're here, it's because you took the first step.